Month: September 2005

Ambition is what drives many people. My next question would be, where? Am not sure if it always helps to be like this. Rather, is every individual who is a possessor of this raving ambition having the capacity to handle his/her life? Not just in terms of achieving that final goal, but how do they try and get through that major part of journey called life? These questions have plagued me for a while now and after having just finished Eric Segal’s The Class, I think I can safely assume I kind of understand these characters.

Daniel Rossi, Theodore Lambros, George Keller, Jason Gillbert and Andrew Elliot are the central characters of this lovely book. A gifted pianist, a dedicated academician, a shrewd public servant or a zealous patriot and a gifted diarist, each character has been etched carefully. My favourite being Jason Gillbert. I would call him Mr.Perfect. I think I have known one Jason, have to see if this young man really is one. Coming to Rossi, he somehow seems as though I have known a person like him for a while now. So very passionate and so driven. Lambrose and Keller are new facets of Rossi and Gillbert but never as good as them. Andrew Elliot, the preppie was a much essential character to bind the raging ones. He would remain the simplest of all them.The Class of 58 has somehow left an indelible mark upon me and this blog is not a book review, but a bookmark to remind me of Segal’s best described characters.

If one wants to know as to why Jason Gillbert is Mr.Perfect or what makes these men so tantalizing, then its time to read The Class.

I think there is at least one song to describe a person’s feeling at any given time. I suppose as homo-sapiens we are predictable and the traits are found to be repetitive.
Here I have listed the lyrics of some such songs that are seemingly improbable and are still likable.

Have You Ever Loved A Woman

To really love a womanTo understand her – you gotta know her deep insideHear every thought – see every dreamN’ give her wings – when she wants to flyThen when you find yourself lyin’ helpless in her armsYa know ya really love a womanWhen you love a woman you tell herThat she’s really wantedWhen you love a woman you tell her that she’s the oneCuz she needs somebody to tell herThat it’s gonna last foreverSo tell me have you ever really– really really ever loved a woman? To really love a womanLet her hold you –Til ya know how she needs to be touchedYou’ve gotta breathe her – really taste herTil you can feel her in your bloodN’ when you can see your unborn children in her eyesYa know ya really love a womanWhen you love a womanYou tell her that she’s really wantedWhen you love a woman you tell her that she’s the oneCuz she needs somebody to tell herThat you’ll always be togetherSo tell me have you ever really -Really really ever loved a woman? You got to give her some faith – hold her tightA little tenderness – gotta treat her rightShe will be there for you, takin’ good care of youYa really gotta love your woman…Then when you find yourself lyin’ helpless in her armsYa know ya really love a womanWhen you love a woman you tell herThat she’s really wantedWhen you love a woman you tell her that she’s the oneCuz she needs somebody to tell herThat it’s gonna last foreverSo tell me have you ever really– really really ever loved a woman? Just tell me have you ever really,Really, really, ever loved a woman? Just tell me have you ever really,Really, really, ever loved a woman?

— Bryan Adams
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Man It’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words Melt everyone
But you stay so cool My munequita, My spanish harlem Mona Lisa
Your My reason for reason
The step in my groove Pre-Chorus: And if you said
This life ain’t good enough
I would give My world to lift you up
I could change my life
To better suit your mood
Because your so smooth yeah Chorus: And It’s just like the ocean Under the moon
Well it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kinda loving that can be so smooth
Yeah! Give me your heart
Make it real Or else forget about it I’ll tell you one thing
If you would leave it’d be a crying shame
In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out
I’m from the Barrio You hear my rhythm on the radio
You hear the turning of the words so soft and slow
It’s turning you, Round.. and Round Pre-Chorus: And if you said
This life ain’t good enough
I would give My world to lift you up
I could change my life
To better suit your mood
Because your so smooth yeah Chorus: And It’s just like the ocean Under the moon
Well it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kinda loving that can be so smooth
Yeah Give me your heart
Make it real Or else forget about it

There was a time when I believed in them rather wanted to. They seemed probable even in reality… maybe with the right person. That hope now remains a mere fantasy.
Well, as long as something makes me happy, why not I continue to enjoy it?

Believable or not, these listings are still lovable.

To end it, I chanced upon these lines quite by chance. Beautiful!

“ ‘There are those that say that the most beautiful thing on the dark earth is a multitude of horsemen’ ”
“ ‘Others say it is an armada of ships.’ ”
“ ‘But I say it is the one you love.’ ”
–Sappho, Fragment 16

My experiment with words continues. There are in fact so many things that form a part of the written etiquette that have to be followed for effective written communication. Am not sure if all my blogs adhere to those, but then it is better late than never.

In this journey of words and their structure, MS Word forms an effective tool. One can’t completely rely on it, but it does help correcting many sentence constructions. Writing arbitrarily on something or everything seems to be the only thing that’s going on in my head these days. That brings me to the idea of a muse. It seems to me that my best efforts are the ones I probably write in my mind. I know that it sounds laughable, but then I seemed to be struck with the Kubla Khan effect, even without the poet’s maladies. The best of ideas seem to be pouring when the lights are off and am about to hit the sack… reflecting upon the day or the days gone past. Hmm… so I guess night lenses seem absolutely essential. Somehow all this seems to be too much of an investment towards my writings. But then, if some of my friends want to see me filling my blog on a regular basis… I think this is now becoming a must. 😉 What say people? Cannot say I have many people visiting my blog very often, but the few who do mean a lot to me.

The harsh realities of this world sadden me at times. Some of the most accomplished writers seem not to know how to criticize a written piece. It is not enough to just point the negative aspect of the piece. It is a must to point the positive aspects if one has decided to comment. I think every piece of art will have something to praise upon. How can these ‘experienced writers’ forget this basic fact? Yes, I did get some comments upon some of my scribbles. I knew there were abundantly many reasons to have written the piece much better but I also knew it was not bad. Critical comments are most welcome. In fact I love them very much. But what I came across was something far crummier. It is sad to even mention it that I refrain from blogging it.